In the realm of hungry ghosts bellies the size of beach balls throats the size of a small straw never able to get enough always wanting more

always in their heads their only sensations in their bodies food and sex otherwise, only pain reminds them that they have arms, legs, fingers, toes and lots of skin

Success is not success if it takes you away from your birthright as a living being to be fully alive in your body

A sociopathic, ecocidal society where the only value put on the land is to develop it with constantly rising prices, where even those who are not hungry ghosts have to struggle just to survive in the realm of hungry ghosts —————–

here’s an older poem on the same themes

NAKED PAGAN

A naked pagan dancing with the sky i am alien in your world

Your houses, factories, TV sets It is difficult for me to understand how can you live this way? but you do